In the Dragon Tomb, there is an unknown place.

A faltering voice appeared in front of the cult leader, an old man.

Although the whole body was wrapped in a black robe and his face was not revealed, the aura revealed by the other party made people invariably feel that the other party was an elder and wise man full of wisdom.

"Long time no see." The old man said hello to the leader of the cult, then looked past the leader and looked at the people behind him.

Those people were wrapped in cloaks, but they could not block the old man's gaze. Through the cloaks, he could see those dragonborns with obvious dragon-like characteristics. There was a big hole in their brains, and they were a mass of flesh and blood that seemed to be alive.

He was going in and out of the hole.

"[Prophet], is that you?"

The leader of the cult frowned. With just such a movement, his face was like melted wax, all the facial features were squeezed together, and then the entire face fell off.

Although the leader of the cult saved his life by devouring other dragonborn, he only managed to save one life.

However, as if he was used to it, the head of the cult reached out and grabbed a dragonborn next to him. With five fingers, he actually tore off the dragonborn's face and pressed it on his own face.

As the flesh and blood on his face tumbled, the leader's face finally returned to its original appearance, but at the same time, rotting flesh and flesh with a peculiar smell began to fall from his body.

"It looks like you've run into some trouble."

The old man known as the prophet took out something and threw it to the leader of the cult. "Maybe this thing can make you feel better."

He didn't know what that thing was, but the leader of the cult could sense the importance of that thing to him, so he subconsciously took it, and before he regained consciousness, his body absorbed the thing first.

Then, the leader of the cult knew what it was.

"The flesh and blood of a giant dragon? How could you have it!"

"I got a little by chance, and I have been using some means to keep it active. How about it? Are you satisfied with this gift?"

There was no direct answer to the leader's question, but the prophet's words also revealed some things.

"What do you want?" Without much communication, the leader of the cult directly asked what the other party wanted.

He does not believe that the prophet appears just to help him. In the past, he would have been happy to have a verbal and ideological confrontation with the prophet, but now that he is in the [Dragon Tomb], the leader of the cult has more important things to solve.

"Help me finish this thing." The prophet threw something over again, but this time the leader of the cult cautiously asked the Dragonborn he controlled to step forward, carefully inspected it, and then opened it.

After just a few glances, the leader's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the prophet, "What do you mean?"

What the prophet threw over was a piece of practical information on how to let the Dragonborn transform himself into a giant dragon.

"It doesn't mean anything, I just happened to think that you seem to have always wanted to be a dragon, so I gave it to you." The prophet said indifferently, as if this thing was just a math homework he just wrote last night, and he casually lent it to his classmates [Study]

】, "If you don't need it, just throw it away. Anyway, there will always be someone who will follow the above."

After saying that, the prophet didn't stop and turned around to leave. He didn't seem to worry that the leader of the cult would attack him.

Behind him, the head of the cult looked uncertain, and his face seemed to be peeling off again, but he just stood there without any intention of taking action.

The prophet's steps were very slow. I don't know whether it was to lure the leader of the cult to attack, or because he had inconvenient legs and feet. He walked for a long time before arriving at a place not far from where he met the leader of the cult.

There, Darwin and Dio had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Majesty the Prophet."

After seeing the prophet, both of them bowed slightly and saluted. The prophet has a transcendent status in the organization, and every member of the organization has received help from the prophet to a greater or lesser extent.

But what they didn't understand was why the prophet, who never went out much, came to the Kingdom of Bezeko.

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"This body is just the embodiment of power."

As if he understood Darwin's question, the prophet said calmly, "Darwin, I need to do something, so I need to borrow your body."

Darwin did not refuse, and then the prophet turned into a ball of light and merged into Darwin's body. At the same time, Darwin still had consciousness and could feel the state of his body.

Apart from being unable to control my body and feeling like I was observing from a third-person perspective through a screen, I didn't feel any discomfort.

Darwin could also feel that after the prophet entered his body, and after the fight with Mo Cheng, the cells in his body that were activated due to his ability [Evolution] went berserk, gradually fell silent and returned to their original appearance.

"Dior."

The prophet looked at the sky in the [Dragon Tomb], as if he could see the future route from this gray sky, "I remember that your [Dark Night Noble] still has one blood relative to complete the ceremony, and I am interested in completing it.

It?"

"Your Majesty the Prophet, what do you mean..."

"The preparations for the prologue have been completed, and [Poetry of Destiny] is about to begin. How about I let you end Joestar's bloodline?"

Looking at the sky, through the sky completely devoid of moonlight and stars, the prophet actually began to observe [destiny] in his eyes.

The threads of fate are constantly intertwined, forming a huge network that covers everything.

Once the network of destiny is understood, it can control everything in the world.

The original prophet always thought so, until one day, while observing [Destiny], he discovered something.

The network of fate, I don’t know where it started, a piece was torn off.

As time goes by, more and more places in the destiny network have fallen into the fog of chaos, making it impossible to observe and determine.

What happened? The prophet didn't know.

But as a prophet who is proficient in [Destiny], at the critical moment when [The Psalm of Destiny] is about to begin, he must ensure that everything is as planned.

The last [bloodline] will definitely end, and the dragon will eventually disappear from the world. There will no longer be a [dragon] in the world. The only one who will come out of the [Dragon Tomb] is the [Dragonborn King].

He wants to bring everything back to normal.

…

On the other side, Mo Cheng, who had just knocked down Tedoli and received a ray of golden light as a trophy, was now being questioned by the female swordsman who was the courier.

"Ever seen a dragon?"

The female swordsman gestured with her hands and said, "The body is probably a little taller than you, and the body color is silver-white. It may be the blood of a silver dragon, a white dragon, or other different dragons. It has no wings. It is not sure whether it is a giant dragon, or it may be
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